Melismata Mvsicall phansies: fitting the Covrt, Citie, and Covntrey Hvmovrs. To 3, 4, and 5. Voyces |
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The Courtiers good Morrow to his Mistris.
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Canst thou loue, and lie alone?
Loue is so disgraced.
Pleasure is best, wherein is rest
In a heart embraced.
Rise, rise, rise,
Day light doe not burne out,
Bels doe ring
And Birdes doe sing,
Onely I that mourne out.
Loue is so disgraced.
Pleasure is best, wherein is rest
In a heart embraced.
Rise, rise, rise,
Day light doe not burne out,
Bels doe ring
And Birdes doe sing,
Onely I that mourne out.
Morning starre doth now appeare,
Wind is husht, and skies cleare.
Come come away, come come away,
Canst thou loue and burne out day?
Rise, rise, rise, rise,
Day-light doe not burne out,
Bels doe ring,
Birds doe sing,
Onely I that mourne out.
Wind is husht, and skies cleare.
Come come away, come come away,
Canst thou loue and burne out day?
Rise, rise, rise, rise,
Day-light doe not burne out,
Bels doe ring,
Birds doe sing,
Onely I that mourne out.
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